Chapter 598: Yumeng Gong’s Conspiracy

In the early morning, Zhao Wujiu woke up. He felt like a thousand hornets were buzzing in his head, making him dizzy and depressed. This feeling seemed familiar. I remember that I had once on Makinoyuan a few months ago, and that time almost killed him. I didn’t expect that I would come again today.

Seeing the old marshal wake up, the generals in the tent hurrified and kept saying concern: "Master, are you okay..."

Zhao Wujiu's eyelids slightly lowered, and Wu Zhilong quickly separated everyone, brought the warm rice soup on the stove, and helped the old marshal up to feed him the soup.

Zhao Wujiu shook his head slowly, reached out to take the big bowl, and brought it to his mouth tremblingly. He started drinking it with difficulty. Although the rice soup was inevitably left along the corner of his mouth and hung on his gray beard, he seemed quite embarrassed, but he still refused anyone's help.

After eating a bowl of rice soup, he felt that he had finally felt a little strength on his body, so he asked in a deep voice: "When will it take?"

"Return to my teacher, I'm defeated at the Yin hour." Wu Zhilong took the porcelain bowl from his hand and replied softly.

"It's already the Yin hour?" Zhao Wujiu's expression tightened and he started coughing violently. Wu Zhilong quickly stroked his back and said, "My teacher's health is important, so let's take a rest and take care of it first." The generals also said yes.

Zhao Wujiu raised his head suspiciously, looked at everyone like a wounded lion, and asked quietly: "Is it okay to do it?" The generals were silent, no one dared to take this opportunity.

Zhao Wujiu's eyes finally fell on Wu Zhilong and stopped moving. Wu Zhilong called out a secret bad luck, and said with a thorn in his mouth: "Mr. Rong Bing, the children's morale was greatly frustrated." As he said that, he glanced at the old marshal. Seeing that his face was not good, he continued: "The students and several generals are planning to let everyone rest for a night first, and then decide everything when the mentor wakes up."

Zhao Wujiu fell into silence after hearing this, and after a long time, he asked, "What's the movement of the Qin people? Have you stopped?"

"There are no Qin people," Wu Zhilong lowered his head and said with difficulty: "They were watering the city wall all night."

Zhao Wujiu closed his eyes tightly and said with a voice: "Stop, take a break..." As he said that, he turned around and lay down inward, covered the quilt on his head, and never looked at anyone again.

The generals were worried and waited for a while. Seeing that the husband snored gradually, they had to retreat one after another.

When the footsteps gradually faded away, the snoring stopped abruptly, and the silence in the coach's tent immediately returned to its silence.

Zhao Wujiu lifted the quilt and looked at the top of the tent with his eyes fixed. He had a strong premonition that he would never be able to pass Tongguan again in this life. When he thought of Qin Yutian, who was rising like the rising sun, he felt a strong sense of the sun being weak. It is said that there is no other day. The rise of a peerless general always comes at the cost of the fall of another peerless general...

The heart was filled with rustling sounds, Zhao Wujiu chanted slowly: "Only the grass and trees are falling, I am afraid that the beauty will be old..." Two turbid tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, flowing down his deep wrinkles to the corners of his mouth...

Yum Sheng Gong tasted the taste of tears for the first time in this life, and it was so bitter. He couldn't help but sigh deeply...

This voice attracted the attention of the captain of the guard outside the tent, and asked softly: "What are the commands of the general?" The chief guard was Zhao Wujiu's family and was also the leader of the army who tried his best. He came to take over after Zhao Hu died.

"It's okay..." Zhao Wujiu whispered, and there was no sound outside the tent. But not long after, the old marshal suddenly said again: "Come that grandson for me."

"Yes..." The captain of the guard agreed and said dumbfounded: "Have you come to the battle?"

"No." Zhao Wujiu said lightly: "That grandson is the sixth prince of Qin."

"Oh, my grandfather, where is that boy?" the captain of the guard asked constantly.

"If Zhao Hu were there, he wouldn't have asked that." Old Zhao said lightly.

"I know." The captain of the guard quickly sued the crime and retreated. Following the guidance of others, he found the south of the camp, which was the Qi army's horse camp. Nearly 50,000 war horses were eaten, drunk and urinated here. Even if it was cold and cold, it was still smelly and pungent, which was unbearable.

The captain of the guard believed that he was noble, so of course he would not enter such a dirty place. He just sent his subordinates to find someone. The subordinate secretly called unlucky, so he had to cover his nose tightly and walked in.

It was still not dawn at this time, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier. The world was covered with silver, and the entire horse camp was quiet, without even a figure.

The personal guards walked around inside and finally met a dirty boy who got up early to feed the horses. He asked angrily: "Do you know where that cheap prince of Qin is?"

Hearing this, the dirty boy put the wooden barrel in his hand, stood up and looked up and said, "I am." His voice was very calm, and he could not hear any emotion.

"You..." The guard opened his mouth wide and looked at the dirty boy wearing a felt hat, a torn jacket, a hemp rope tied with his waist and straw sandals. He couldn't help but laugh: "If you are His Highness Qiansui, I will be His Majesty."

As he said that, his expression changed, he thrust his backhand and thrust his face hard on the boy's face, knocking him down in the snow, and said in a stern voice: "Boy, do you want to spend time? I think you are tired of living!" As he said that, he kicked him hard again, and then he left angrily and asked someone else.

Finally, he found the residence of the horse farm manager. When he saw that the marshal's personal guard was coming to look for him, the manager hurriedly invited him into the warm tent.

The personal guard said impatiently: "No need, I have an errand on it. I will give you an edict to ask the Sixth Prince of Qin to come with us."

The manager's face changed and he smiled dryly, "Wait for the account in the account, and the younger one will come and find him."

"No need, I'll go with you." This guard is anxious and has been impatient for a long time. How can he have the leisure to drink tea and wait?

The manager suddenly stammered. The guard glared at him and scared him, and told the truth obediently: "The prince of Qin should be feeding the horses now."

The guard was shocked and thought to himself: 'It's not that boy, right?' He quickly urged: "Take me there."

Following the manager back the same way, the guard saw that the boy was still lying on the ground, his eyes were closed tightly, with blood in his mouth and nose, and he didn't move. Seeing the manager's stupidity, the guard was a little breathless and asked with a hissing, "Is it him?" It's snowy and cold, what if he freezes to death, how can he get a job!

"Yes..." The manager was also in a daze and said: "Ancestor, don't die..." As he said that, he and the personal guards raised the down-and-out prince, ran back to the camp, pinched the people and poured ginger soup, and finally dragged Qin Feng back from the gate of hell.

When he woke up, the guard sighed and said with relief: "You find a big cart for me, and I'll take him back to hand in the office." The manager was eager to get rid of this big trouble, so he agreed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, a carriage came over.

He pulled Qin out of the horse camp, and he had to be criticized by the adults. The guard cried and said, "Who thought that the horse camp was so inhumane to take him as a man? Who would have known that he was a golden branch or a jade leaf if he didn't say it."

The chief guard rushed back and reported his life, and it would be fine if he cursed a few words, so he asked someone to pull the cart back to the central army tent.

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Zhao Wujiu did not wait in the tent stupidly. He had already gotten up and dressed in dress, but did not wear the conspicuous marshal's battle robe, but instead wore an ordinary blue cloth cotton robe. He did not bring his entourage, put on a straw raincoat and left the tent.

The snow fell silently, and the sky gradually turned white, but the officers and soldiers who were deeply hit by the fatigue and frustration were still asleep. No one noticed the lonely old marshal. He quietly arrived outside the camp and stared at the Tongguan city tower in the distance.

Although he was prepared, when he saw the city clearly, he still took a breath of air conditioning. He saw that the Tongguan city wall, which was still ruined yesterday, was covered in silver and turned into an ice sculpture-like jade palace.

"It turns out to be so..." The last trace of fantasy made Zhao Wujiu's straight back bend, and he seemed to have become ten years older.

It turned out that Qin Lei had predicted that even after heavy snow, water would turn ice at night. So he asked someone to water the city overnight, and like a magician, he turned Tongguan City into a giant ice sculpture overnight. There was no place to work with this thing, let alone siege the city, even looking at it, I felt dizzy. Apart from sighing at the city, what else could Yumeng Gong do?

Finally giving up the plan to attack the city, Zhao Wujiu was not lost, but fell into deep thoughts.

It was not until the guards shouted "Master, Master..." that they came to their senses and said in a deep voice: "Why are you quarreling? Why don't you understand the rules at all?"

The chief guard came to find the reputation, and then found the Yumeng Gong who had become a snowman, and hurried over to report: "That grandson brings you."

"Um." Zhao Wujiu nodded, then slowly walked towards the central army tent, and asked softly as he walked, "How is that kid doing?"

The guard looked at him in fear and wanted to organize the words, but Zhao Wujiu was displeased and said, "To be honest... Zhao Hu wouldn't think of you like this."

The head guard was about to be destroyed by this sentence, so he had to say in silence: "It's not very good. The people from the horse camp asked him to feed the horses and even feed him bran." After saying that, he gritted his teeth, looked at Yum Sheng in a worried manner, and apologized: "The guards we went there didn't expect that he would be so miserable, and even beat him. They were all under the jurisdiction of their subordinates who were incompetent in discipline, so please punish him."

Zhao Wujiu said indifferently: "I instructed me to let Qin Zhan go to the horse camp, but it is wrong for your people to beat him." The chief guard immediately knelt on the snow and kowtowed in a deep voice: "Please punish the humble official."

Zhao Wujiu's expression finally loosened a little, and he only heard him say lightly: "At last, there is still a bit like Zhao Hu." As he said that, he kicked him gently and said: "Get up and lead the way."

"Thank you for forgiveness!" The chief guard, who heard the fairy voice, got up and led the way with a grateful face.

When Qin Zhan woke up, he saw himself lying on the warm big bed at first sight, and then he saw Yum, who was reading in his palm.

Close his eyes and thought for a while, he endured the stinging pain all over his body and rolled out of the bed, knelt in front of Zhao Wujiu, and kowtowed, "Grandpa... grandson finally sees you again."

Zhao Wujiu seemed to be on his back, and then he seemed to hear his voice. While taking off his tortoiseshell glasses, he smiled kindly: "Good grandson, you are awake." He said, "Come on, sit by my grandfather."

Qin Zhan quickly stood up, moved to Jindun beside Zhao Wujiu with difficulty, put a quarter of his butt, and looked at him "grandfather" with a grievance.

Zhao Wujiu sighed and put down the thread-bound book in his hand. The page closed and the cover was revealed. Qin Zhan swept it with his eyes and it turned out to be a book called "Mencius". A sense of absurdity suddenly arose in his heart. A butcher who killed people in the wild could even read Confucius and Mencius?

While he was thinking about it, the husband laughed and said, "You're hungry, let's have a meal first." As he said that, he clapped his hands, and the captain of the personal soldiers came in outside the tent, carrying a huge food box. After saluting the two of them, he put the steaming meat patties, porridge, eggs, sausages, and a few side dishes in the box on the table, bowed and retreated.

He rolled up a meat pie with his own hands and handed it to Qin Zhan. Zhao Wujiu said kindly with a face full of affection: "Eat it, child."

Qin Zhan trembled and took off the cake and said softly, "Thank you grandpa." Seeing Zhao Wujiu doing another 'invitation', he started to eat.

Seeing him eating voraciously, Zhao Wujiu smiled faintly and said, "This period of time has made you suffer."

Qin Zhan quickly shook his head, but the tears fell down, looking very pitiful.

Zhao Wujiu smiled, handed him the white towel, let him wipe his tears, and asked softly: "Whose book do the royal children read?"

Qin Zhan stabilized his emotions and said embarrassedly: "Confucius, Han Feizi are the main ones, and Lao Zhuang also read some, but the gentleman said they were too negative and wanted to get rid of the dross."

"Don't you read "Mencius"?" Zhao Wujiu was quite surprised.

"Don't read." Qin Zhan replied softly: "Mencius has always been listed as a forbidden book and does not appear in the school."

Zhao Wujiu laughed in dismay and said, "It seems that Lao Meng has messed with you royal people."

Qin Zhan nodded and said, "He said that the people are the most important, the country is the next, and the king is the least. It is really a traitor, and he cannot be resented by the emperors of all dynasties."

"Have you seen this too?" Zhao Wujiu said with a silence and laughed: "Yes, yes, the more you don't want to see something, the more people want to see it."

Qin Zhan nodded shyly and whispered: "I did see it secretly, but if I didn't explain the essence of the teacher, I could only be considered a swallowing whole."

Zhao Wujiu laughed and said, "I am also half a bottle of jealousy. I don't know who is right and who is wrong in these lawsuits, but Mencius has a saying that I think is the ultimate truth."

Qin Zhan quickly sat upright and said, "Grandpa, please speak."

"He said that when God is about to give a great responsibility, he must first suffer his mind and mind, exhaust his muscles and bones, starve his body, and be empty of his body, and act and disturb his actions. "Zhao Wujiu said in a deep voice: "Only in this way can one move his heart and endure his nature and increase his ability."

"Oh..." Qin Zhan said with a look of teaching: "It turns out that grandpa is trying to hone his grandson."

"Don't be resentful." Zhao Wujiu frowned slightly and said, "Compared with your opponent, you are a thousand miles apart." He said in a stern tone: "Since you have decided to pretend, you have to pretend to the end, give up halfway, and make your laughter."

Qin Zhan's face suddenly turned pale, and he knew that he was upset just now, and he lost control for a moment, and even said the truth.

The snow has been falling, and the atmosphere is not harmonious.

Zhao Wujiu no longer showed off his deliberate kindness and said in a deep voice: "Although you pretend, I have never pretended from beginning to end. I sincerely want you to become stronger, more ruthless and more powerful!"

"Why?" Qin Zhan stopped pretending to be a grandson. He regained the self-control that a noble man should have and said lightly: "What are the benefits of doing this?"

"Benefits? Not bad." Zhao Wujiu laughed and said, "Indeed, I won't do anything that has no benefits."

"Listen to the ears." Qin Zhan said softly.
Chapter completed!